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Halloween Trouble
“Marshall, I don’t think you should be up in that tree,” KC said. She glanced down at the small sign stuck in the White House lawn. “This tree was planted by President Truman. It’s very valuable!”
“I’m not hurting it.” Marshall’s voice came from the branches. “I’m just making my spiderweb look more spooky.”
KC and her friend Marshall were in the White House rose garden. It was Halloween, and in an hour, the garden would be filled with kids and grown-ups in costumes. Even though the leaves were changing color, it was warm for the end of October. Kids wouldn’t need their hatsand jackets to go out trick-or-treating.
President Zachary Thornton was KC’s stepfather. Since KC’s mom had married the president, KC and her mother had been living in the White House.
“It already looks spooky,” KC said. She glanced around the garden at the jack-o’-lanterns, “ghosts” made out of sheets, and fake tombstones.
Marshall dropped to the ground. He was dressed as a tarantula. To make the legs, he’d stuffed long black socks and tied them to his black T-shirt and black jeans. He’d drawn a spider face on his own, using face paint.
Marshall Li was an animal lover. But he especially liked creatures with six or more legs. His pet tarantula, Spike, lived in a cage next to his bed.
“How does it look?” he asked, pointing up into the tree. His “spiderweb” was really white knitting yarn he’d gotten from his mother. He had strung the yarn in the tree branches to look like a large web.
“Pretty nice,” KC admitted. “And the web goes with my costume.”
“You’re not coming as a spider, too!” Marshall yelped.
“No, I’m coming as Wilbur,” KC said.
“Who’s Wilbur?”
“He’s the pig in
Charlotte’s Web,”
KC said. “My favorite book.”
“I hate to break the news,” Marshall said, “but in the book, Charlotte built a spiderweb, not a pig web.”
“I didn’t say Wilbur sat in the web,” KC said. “Besides, how would you know? You only read Spider-Man comics.”
“I saw the movie.” Marshall grinned.
“Sweet web, Marsh,” a voice said. It was almost dark in the rose garden, and the voice made KC jump.
Simon Tansy jogged toward the tree. He was the nephew of Yvonne, the president’s maid. Simon was visiting Yvonne for a few days.
“Thanks, Simon,” Marshall said. “Where’s your costume?”
Simon winked. “Somewhere,” he said. Simon was thirteen and thin, and had the yellowest blond hair KC had ever seen. He puffed out his chest. “I’m coming as Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
“You can’t!” KC said. “Everyone has to be some kind of animal. It says so on your invitation.”
“I know,” Simon said. He tugged onKC’s long red hair. “I was just yanking your chain. My costume is all ready, and if you think you’ll win the costume contest, forget it. It’s gonna be mine!”
“What contest?” Marshall said. “No one tells me anything around here!”
“There’s a prize for the most creative costume,” KC said. “The president and my mom and I are the judges.”
“You’re a judge?” Simon scoffed. “So you can’t win, right?”
“I know that,” KC said. She wondered why Simon made her so angry. Since he’d arrived that morning, he’d been nothing but a wise guy.
“She’s coming as a pi—Ouch!” Marshall said as KC kicked him on the ankle.
“It’s a surprise.” KC glared at Marshall.
“Whatever,” Simon said, rolling hiseyes. “Your mom told me to tell you to come in and get the apples. You know, for the dunking.”
“Okay, thanks,” KC said. “I just want to check out the tent first.”
Marshall and Simon followed KC to another part of the rose garden. A small tent stood next to the gate. The outside of the tent was decorated with plastic bats, flying witches, and other Halloween stuff.
“Cool,” Simon said. “What’s this for?”
“Everyone who shows up has to walk through the tent
Halloween Trouble
“Marshall, I don’t think you should be up in that tree,” KC said. She glanced down at the small sign stuck in the White House lawn. “This tree was planted by President Truman. It’s very valuable!”
“I’m not hurting it.” Marshall’s voice came from the branches. “I’m just making my spiderweb look more spooky.”
KC and her friend Marshall were in the White House rose garden. It was Halloween, and in an hour, the garden would be filled with kids and grown-ups in costumes. Even though the leaves were changing color, it was warm for the end of October. Kids wouldn’t need their hatsand jackets to go out trick-or-treating.
President Zachary Thornton was KC’s stepfather. Since KC’s mom had married the president, KC and her mother had been living in the White House.
“It already looks spooky,” KC said. She glanced around the garden at the jack-o’-lanterns, “ghosts” made out of sheets, and fake tombstones.
Marshall dropped to the ground. He was dressed as a tarantula. To make the legs, he’d stuffed long black socks and tied them to his black T-shirt and black jeans. He’d drawn a spider face on his own, using face paint.
Marshall Li was an animal lover. But he especially liked creatures with six or more legs. His pet tarantula, Spike, lived in a cage next to his bed.
“How does it look?” he asked, pointing up into the tree. His “spiderweb” was really white knitting yarn he’d gotten from his mother. He had strung the yarn in the tree branches to look like a large web.
“Pretty nice,” KC admitted. “And the web goes with my costume.”
“You’re not coming as a spider, too!” Marshall yelped.
“No, I’m coming as Wilbur,” KC said.
“Who’s Wilbur?”
“He’s the pig in
Charlotte’s Web,”
KC said. “My favorite book.”
“I hate to break the news,” Marshall said, “but in the book, Charlotte built a spiderweb, not a pig web.”
“I didn’t say Wilbur sat in the web,” KC said. “Besides, how would you know? You only read Spider-Man comics.”
“I saw the movie.” Marshall grinned.
“Sweet web, Marsh,” a voice said. It was almost dark in the rose garden, and the voice made KC jump.
Simon Tansy jogged toward the tree. He was the nephew of Yvonne, the president’s maid. Simon was visiting Yvonne for a few days.
“Thanks, Simon,” Marshall said. “Where’s your costume?”
Simon winked. “Somewhere,” he said. Simon was thirteen and thin, and had the yellowest blond hair KC had ever seen. He puffed out his chest. “I’m coming as Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
“You can’t!” KC said. “Everyone has to be some kind of animal. It says so on your invitation.”
“I know,” Simon said. He tugged onKC’s long red hair. “I was just yanking your chain. My costume is all ready, and if you think you’ll win the costume contest, forget it. It’s gonna be mine!”
“What contest?” Marshall said. “No one tells me anything around here!”
“There’s a prize for the most creative costume,” KC said. “The president and my mom and I are the judges.”
“You’re a judge?” Simon scoffed. “So you can’t win, right?”
“I know that,” KC said. She wondered why Simon made her so angry. Since he’d arrived that morning, he’d been nothing but a wise guy.
“She’s coming as a pi—Ouch!” Marshall said as KC kicked him on the ankle.
“It’s a surprise.” KC glared at Marshall.
“Whatever,” Simon said, rolling hiseyes. “Your mom told me to tell you to come in and get the apples. You know, for the dunking.”
“Okay, thanks,” KC said. “I just want to check out the tent first.”
Marshall and Simon followed KC to another part of the rose garden. A small tent stood next to the gate. The outside of the tent was decorated with plastic bats, flying witches, and other Halloween stuff.
“Cool,” Simon said. “What’s this for?”
“Everyone who shows up has to walk through the tent
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